No one can stop the stream.
Something visible and invisible is coming from my back and overtakes me, coming from right and cutting across in front of me, then fading into left.
The least I can do is try to freeze the light, and put the moment on my desk.
November 21, 2010
In Japan, we have the custom of loving the autumn moon.
A long time ago, people must have seen the same view here.
In this moment, I’m just standing in the ancient time.